Monday morning traffic. I'm in it. It's not bad, until the truck that is suppose to yield decides not to yield. I pull to the left and swerve around him to avoid this idiot from hitting Bella and I. I try to watch my language, but I'm a bit peeved.
"Why don't you get some frickin' eyeballs in your head." Is my lame verbal response as I restrain from profanity, and the windows are up so he can't hear it, thank god.
Now, he is on our left instead of our right and we are at a stop light. I resist the futile urge to give him a dirty look. When I hear,
"He has eyeballs in his head."
"Well, he should use them to look up yield in the dictionary."
"What page is it on?"
I am now trying not to laugh out loud, because she gets upset since her intent is not to be funny at the moment. Ah, Bella makes everything better.
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Kids really make you stop and look at what you are doing and saying. It's not exactly smelling the roses all the time but it does pull you back into the bigger world outside your head.
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